She noticed the gesture, and smiled. "I think she likes me, girls." she said in a sexy British accent. She went behind the other two women and took th... leash off them and then said, smiling, "Have your way with her." She walked to the other end of the room and sat on a black stool. The two sex slaves approached me, one holding a candle in her hand the other holding a black studded rod. The removed my chains and guided me down onto a table. I don't know why I didn't resist... something about. Slowly, my pain became a pleasure. I was again in an enjoyment mode. He fucked me slowly and started to increase the speed.Me: Fuck me hard, uncle.Uncle: Call me ‘Prasanth’.Me: Fuck me Prasanth…Deeper.. Faster.. Harder. Tear my pussy. This night should be endless. Fuck me.He increased his speed and the sounds of our body, and my moans filled the room. It was really an erotic moment. (Even now if I think about that day, it arouses me like hell!)I was moaning and uncle kept fucking me. I felt the. "Lord Gareth, I presume?" A small man dressed in black sat behind a huge desk, "Your reputation precedes you."Was that a touch of sarcasm?I saw some unlit candles in their sconces along the wall, so I touched the tip of my sword to their wicks, and we were soon bathed in soft candlelight."Why thank you! That sword comes in mighty handy! I was just going to have my secretary come in and light them," He said, shuffling the papers he had been working on (in the dark?) into one neat pile. "She must. She gives each of them a peck on the cheek and then puts her arms around them. Together with the crowd of football studs, the trio cheers on Christine and Lance, now in the white heat of copulation. Lance is a 5’11, 175 pound fullback and Christine rides him in a lustful frenzy. “Come on, babe! You’re the last holdout!” Christine gasps as she slams herself up and down on the stud’s love pole. She lets out a loud, prolonged moan, as first one orgasm, and then another, smashes into her. “She’s.